Shouldering one against the other
Mushrooms of clouds fail to discover
That boisterous behaviour ends in clash
Erupts in sleet that stings in passing.
In file they approach this winter's day
And slide into close tight band of gray.
Skudding huge bulk over wind-chased blue
Cloud patterns split the sky's mood in two.
Tomorrow may choose to unskirt this storm,
But for now hailstorm javelins must be borne.
Tomorrow may choose to unskirt this storm, But for now hailey javelins must be borne. ................................................. Good, Hope now all, Fay. 10... Tsira
I am honored that you saw fit to change your words just because I found them confusing. Bless you. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Ah - - as way of apology for using too much poetic licence Allie, I have now adjusted the final line to make more sense to faraway summery friends like you - - - - - thanks for pointing out the obscurity - - love and hugs from Fay,
I particularly enjoyed your 'shouldering' and the 'mushrooms' of clouds - great metaphors and the way you have personalized these wonder's of the natural world as if they were players in an epic drama or even a football match. Your final couplet confuses though. I've never heard of 'hailey javelins'? Not that it matters. The poem works a treat. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GODS feet walk in the clouds